Rows of Royal Guards had already taken up position around the landing zone, while members of the elite Black Guards stood silently behind them, their black uniforms and silver wolf insignias unmistakable even from the air.
Liam noticed them as well.
"...That's quite a welcome."
Gerald followed his son's gaze before replying evenly.
"They're doing their duty."
Even so, he couldn't ignore the message such a deployment conveyed.
The Cross family had not arrived unnoticed.
The helicopter settled gently onto the landing pad, and as the rotors gradually slowed, the surrounding guards moved into position with disciplined precision, establishing a secure perimeter around the aircraft without displaying the slightest hint of hostility.
When the cabin door finally opened, Gerald stepped onto the tarmac first, Liam following only a pace behind.
Waiting several meters away stood the commander of the Royal Guard.
The officer inclined his head respectfully.
